Mental Link;

[miscreant]

DEVOUR beg for mercy and i will deny you	ASSIMILATE the scourge will wash over this world
LEAD we do what the living cannot	WANDER your kind has no place in this realm

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[miscreant]

Typically, when one chooses not to take my threats seriously, I make good on them.

[She couldn't kill him, but she can feel his pain worsen when she widens the distance between them and finds herself content with that. It's not the most pure form of torture, but it's enough for now.]

Perhaps in the future, you will be less quick to reject my thinking. That is, if you truly care about cooperation at all.

[For a moment longer, she watches him stew (much to the distress of her own symbiotic link) before she turns to leave. It might be the equivalent of dragging herself away on her stomach, but it was better than being taken for granted.]

[wrackful]

[She's doing it to hurt him. Murphy doesn't need the symbiote connection to tell him that. It's just obvious. And there might be something he could say that would change her mind, but the pain's wearing on him too much to muster the effort for it. She clearly wanted him quiet and obedient, and her threats - seriously as he had taken them - weren't enough for her to earn that. Truly, no one's ever had been, made good on or not.]

You know, I'm not the only one around who's going to reject it when you go straight to the "or I'll hurt you."

[He says to her back, shifting on the floor into a position that might hopefully be more comfortable while he's still able. He's clearly going to be stuck here a while.]

Just... [He lifts one arm, lets it drop, talking more to the opposite wall now anyway.] something to think about.